Happy Father's Day to my Newfie Dad
Not many people in Hamilton, Ontario can say they have a Newfie Dad.
I have a Newfie Dad. That means he's rough around the edges. He's a meat & potatoes kind of dude.
A Newfie dad means I grew up in a house with music. . . . piano, accordian, guitar along with the best Newfie Grandma (R.I.P. Grandma Bruce). She had a one-of-a kind lexicon.
My Newfie dad taught me numerous life skills, such as:
- walking, talking; reading;
- riding a bicycle;
- starting a fire in a woodstove;
- driving a car;
- maintaining a fire in a woodstove;
- growing a vegetable garden; and most importantly. . ..
- being an independent, critical thinker.
Here's a pic of my first Shepherd 'Barney', me at age 7 with my Newfie Dad.
My dad never taught me that being a girl had its limitations.
I have never felt held back by my gender.
On this day, I acknowledge and honour the many countless hours my dad spent with me during my childhood. My childhood years included many hours with my dad taking me to extracurricular activities all days of the week, my favourite day being Saturday when he'd take me to music lessons, McDonald's, Dofasco Park, Dairy Queen, etc.
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